An Alan Ashby Fanfiction

I never realized how many bands had arrived until Alan and I were outside. We spotted Pierce The Veil so Alan and I decided to walk over to them and say hi. I’ve met PTV before, gorgeous gorgeous guys. If you saw them without realizing who they are, you would probably be terrified of two or three of them.
I saw Mike glance over at me, I don’t think he recognised me with my ‘hipster’ glasses on because I’m pretty sure he had to confirm who I was with the rest of the group.
“Mike, you don’t recognise me? I’ve gotta say I’m a little heartbroken here.” I pouted my lip tried my best to look sad but failed miserably when Jaime lifted me into the air.
“VICTORIA!!” He shouted with glee and spun me around several times in a bear hug.
“Jaime!” I squealed as he set me down on the ground and I fell back into Alan, who caught me and tightened his arms around my waist so I didn’t go falling down to the ground. As I steadied myself, Alan loosened his grip around me and let me go.
“Victor” I said as I jumped into Vic and kissed his forehead. I missed Vic, the whole band were like brothers to me. We became really close after Mike and Tony discovered that Jared (Yes the same Jared who pulled out of touring warped tour last minute) was heavily flirting with me while we were backstage at Soundwave last year. Mike and Tony had noticed I was uncomfortable, so had Jared but he still wasnt backing off. When Jared had stroked his hand down my ribs down to my hips I had pushed him away but he still came forward; that’s when Mike and Tony came over and told him to get lost. Mike had entwined his fingers in mine, kissed my cheek and asked “If everything ok baby?”
Jared had thought Mike and I were together and instantly backed off. Ever since that day the whole band have been like brothers to me.
Once I had finished greeting Vic, I jumped on Tony and Mike with the same enthusiasm I had with Vic. After everyone had finished greeting each other we coincidentally started talking about ‘ship’ and who we all ship.
“Fuenciado.” I stated matter-of-factly. Jaime winked at me;
“Fuenciado is some hot fuego right there.” He said with a laugh.
“Can you imagine if we just walk past some fans holding hands Jaime?” Vic joked. Jaime looked at me, then Mike, then Tony and then Alan and then to some fans he spotted that were wearing PTV merch and without a word he slung Vic over his shoulder and ran towards the fans.
“VICTOR!” Jaime shouted. “WHERE SHALL I TAKE YOU?”
“JAIME NO. NO NO NO.” Vic protested.
“VICTOR DON’T TRY TO HIDE OUR LOVE”
Vic’s arms and legs flailed helplessly as Jaime ran back to us, the fangirls squealing with delight at the thought of Fuenciado being real.
“Vic, probably don’t go on Tumblr for a while ok?” I advised him seriously.
“Pff me? What about you and Alan?” He said with a smirk.
“Me and Victoria?” Alan butted in, stopping his conversation with Mike.
“Some OMAM fans had snapped some pictures when Jaime set Victoria down and she fell into Alan. How could you not hear the fangirls screeching?!” Tony explained.
“What were they screeching?” Alan and I asked at the same time.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Jaime cleared his throat and in the highest pitch he could manage, he screeched; “O M GGGGG IS THAT ALAN?? NO! IT IS! HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?? AAAAAHHHHHHHH”
“And they took photos?” I asked as I took out my phone to go onto Instagram and look up the hashtag ‘#ALANASHBY’. I found it. It was a good photo actually. The fan had gotten pretty close up to us without us realizing us realizing it. In the photo Alan had a big smile on his face and his eyes were slightly closed as he was looking down at me. I was leaning back into his hold on me and looking up at him with a big smile on my face. My blood red hair messy, but very cute. The photo was perfect. Or would’ve been perfect if we were dating.
“Found it!” I shouted. I showed it to Alan.
“Hey, can you screenshot it and send it to me?” Alan asked. And so I did.
“ooooooohhhhhhh I ship Ashtoria” Jaime said in a fangirl voice.
“Vashbyyyyy” chimed in Mike and Vic.
“Alania” Tony laughed. The names were terrible.
Alan and I laughed, I didn’t know what to say or do just in case the other didn’t share those feelings.
“Honestly, I still prefer Jefflan.’ Came a familiar voice behind us, I turned around and my suspicions were confirmed.
“Jeffree!” I shrieked and ran to hug him. I love Jeffree; he is sassy, fun and better at being a girl than the entire female population.
I spent around half an hour catching up with Jeffree before I realized that I needed to go and set up Of Mice And Men’s stage so the band could complete their soundcheck. After saying goodbye to the group and another spinning hug from Jaime, Alan and I went off to find the stage.

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